of the Lord of Thunder Dengyun? "Hahaha...hahaha..." Mo Wuji laughed unceremoniously and looked at him with a sarcastic look.

Leng Fei calmed down and stared at his eyes, smiling: "I really got it right!"

Mo Wuji's eyes told him that he was really guessed by him. Mo Wuji did have taboos, so he kept moving.

He just wanted to force himself to death, and he wanted to be smart.

He couldn't help but smile and shook his head and said, "I finally know why you want to build the Jingshen Palace."

Jingshen Palace is the sword of the god of heaven, used to kill people, but the god of heaven does not kill people himself, but the old man had no scruples and wanted to kill himself.

He frowned and pondered.

There must be some tricks that you don’t know about.

Mo Wuji snorted: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Leng Fei shook his head.

Mo Wuji smiled faintly: "Okay, I won't kill you, but isn't it easy to beat you half to death and then have someone come to kill you?"

Leng Fei confirmed his judgment and smiled and said, "A disciple of Jingshen Palace?"

"No," Mo Wuji said: "Don't you think that the disciples of Jingshen Palace dare not kill you?"

Leng Fei said: "That's a good idea, but the disciples of Jingshen Palace dare not provoke us now."

"Haha..." Mo Wuji laughed.

Leng Fei said: "I was already afraid of Jingshen Palace before, and now I will never dare to attack me. You can try it."

"It's ridiculous!" Mo Wuji said: "Do you think there is only one god in Jingshen Palace?"

Leng Fei frowned.

Mo Wuji said: "In addition to Senior Brother Lu, there is also Senior Brother Zhou!"

Leng Fei smiled.

Mo Wuji shook his head and said, "It seems that you are not giving up, so let's take a look."

He disappeared in a flash.

A moment later, when he appeared again, there was already a haggard old man next to him.

He is thin and short, like a child, but his face is covered with wrinkles, looking like a twilight year, and a gust of wind can blow down.

Leng Fei frowned and looked at him: "It's the one who cleaned the yard."

"It's me." The old man said with a smile: "Leng Fei, didn't expect it would be me?"

Leng Fei shook his head and said, "I didn't expect you to be so calm."

He had seen this old man several times and had also explored it, but he had no idea that he could hide his spiritual consciousness. This old man's cultivation was obviously better than the old man before.

The old man said, "The Jingshen Palace cannot be destroyed. Even if it is destroyed, it will be rebuilt. Why should we hurry?"

Leng Fei snorted: "If the disciples of Jingshen Palace hear this, they will feel cold if they don't know what to do."

"Each one has its own destiny." The old man said with a smile: "It is the stupidest to count on others to save him."

Leng Fei sighed and said, "It's still too ruthless."

The old man smiled and said, "I have helped Jingshen Palace kill many masters, and I am worthy of them. No matter how dead they die, I may not blame me for being ruthless."

Leng Fei said: "Have you killed our master of the Spirit-Slaying Sect?"

"Of course." The old man said proudly: "Your strongest masters of the Spirit Sect die at my hands."

The world suddenly slowed down.

Half of the stream of light next to the Thunder Seal disappeared into my mind, everything became slow, only his movements were not affected.

The silver sword drilled out of the sleeve, penetrated into the old man's heart, circled around and returned to his sleeve, and the sword body was not stained with blood.

Heaven and earth recovered immediately.

"Uh..." The old man suddenly looked at his heart blankly, and a hole had already appeared there, and blood was squirting like a spring.

"Damn it!" Mo Wuji shouted angrily, stepped forward and wanted to stop the bleeding, and used a secret technique to delay the old man's life so that he could help him kill Leng Fei.

But Leng Fei's sword directly exterminated the old man's vitality, and his entire heart had been shattered and it was impossible to reshape it again.

Unless he has his own body, with the help of Changchun magic, or what secret technique does the gods have to save their lives?

He suddenly became curious and wanted to see how the old man would be saved.

A strange force spread out from Mo Wuji's palm, wrapping the old man's heart and a warm luster flowed out from his heart.

Leng Fei raised his eyebrows.

He felt the vitality, as if it was full of vitality in early spring when everything grew.

The blood in the old man's heart was stopped, and the old man's originally pale and withered face gradually returned to rosy.

Moreover, the wrinkles on his face were rapidly decreasing. After about a cup of tea, they had returned to smoothness and looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

Leng Fei nodded secretly, and finally he did not turn into a young man directly, or even a young man, not that defiant.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Mo." The old man stood up with his fists and said calmly.

Mo Wuji smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, all I can do is this, and the rest depends on your own luck."

"It's enough." The old man Zhou Qun said lightly: "It's already a great kindness to give me time to go back."

"My brothers, why should you be polite?" Mo Wuji smiled.

Leng Fei disappeared in a flash.

"Haha..." Mo Wuji laughed and said, "It's too late to escape now!"

His figure disappeared at the same time as Leng Fei.

Leng Fei appeared from the air and his face was solemn.

He didn't expect that Mo Wuji could actually attack while the void was moving, and could accurately hit him.

This is obviously a more sophisticated art of moving voids. If I am really hit, I might be crushed by the void.

With such a wonderful skill, I dare not use the void to move at will, otherwise I will be in danger.

If you can't move the void, your speed will be much worse and you will not be able to escape, and you will have to fight hard.

It's hard to fight.

Could it be that I have to bury my bones here today?

His mind turned, and the soul-swinging bell had already flew out of his sleeve and shook open in the void.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The sound of the Soul-Swinging Bell spread from afar, and the two people chasing him suddenly stopped and their faces changed slightly.

The world slowed down again.

All the streams around the thunder seal disappeared into my mind.

The silver sword passed through Zhou Qun's chest again, and then flew back into his sleeve. The original light was about to block the silver sword, but it was not as fast as the silver sword. In the end, the silver sword was avoided and stabbed Zhou Qun's heart and shattered.

"Uh..." Zhou Qun looked down at his heart.

The light flashed violently, as if the stars were flashing, and the light became stronger and stronger, and it was dazzling and could not be seen directly.

"Ah!" Zhou Qun roared to the sky.

Mo Wuji also roared: "You deserve to die!"

Anger and murderous intent made him unable to control himself, and his whole body lit up and turned into a ray of light toward Leng Fei.

"Bang!" Leng Fei flew backwards and sprayed blood mist in the air, and four blood mists sprayed in succession.

The whole body was destroyed by violent force, as if the strong wind was tearing the dry leaves.

"Die!" Mo Wuji did not hold back, and turned into a stream of light again, and slapped him with another palm.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..." Leng Fei spit out four blood arrows in succession, his whole body turned white, his clothes were turbulent, like a ball of bulging.

His eyes burst into golden light.

Mo Wuji's figure flashed, dodging the golden light, and continued to approach him.
Chapter completed!